Spoonfuls of Comfort and Time
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Stone Soup is a European folk story in which hungry strangers convince the people of a town to each share a small amount of their food in order to make a meal that everyone enjoys and exists as a moral regarding the value of sharing. In varying traditions, the stone has been replaced with other common inedible objects, and therefore the fable is also known as axe soup, button soup, nail soup, and wood soup. (Source: Wikipedia.com)
Recently, the weather turned chilly and rainy creating a desire for cornbread and homemade soup. Thinking of re-creating my mother’s traditional autumn soup brought to mind the story of “Stone Soup” and inspired me to write this poem.
Never the same, each soup composed of
bits and pieces that make the whole.
You think of the story of stone soup,
where each neighbor adds something
to the stranger’s stone boiling in a huge pot
till there’s a rich broth that all can share–
Soup is community and comfort.
It’s what you make when you have nothing,
and what you cook when you have more.
It soothes on an autumn night
or when you have the flu.
You remember your mother
and the fragrant steam rising
to your runny nose, tears, and grateful stomach.
You think that generations fill each bowl
with borscht or matzo balls--soup made with your own twist, say of lentils and spices.
Beets sometimes dance with peppers, cinnamon, cumin, and tomatoes–
All cargo carried by migrations and wars, time captured in a kettle.
You taste history with every spoonful—
sweet, sour, bitter, salty, like primordial soup giving life.
It’s the soup of your ancestors and you sustain it.
Copyright © Sara Etgen-Baker | Year Posted 2023
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